Go me
Saturday's fireworks festival at Sumida River was more than fabulous. I've got a video, but I'm just figuring it all out on how to post it. Will get back to this soon, but yeah, sitting around for many hours and drinking plum wine is totally awesome- as is my sexy man date that turned up later on, shame for only an hour or so. Still, i felt all drunk, giddy, and weirdly glad that he came. Fireworks were totally great, even though a tree was in a way. I can totally see why couples go to these things, because even when the man date came, I felt all clucky and giddy with drunkedness/lust/something else.
We even organised to meet up the next day for shopping for clothes. As if I wanted to do that- I just wanted to see him again. We milled around clothing shops, my mind was milling over how I was going to have sex with him this time. Needless to say, thinking of him in clothes also assisted in me thinking of him without clothes. What can I say? There's no point in justifying my brain- you all know me by now. Anyway, somehow we did get back to his place, and we chatted, amongst other things. Hoorah. I'm sure we'll hang out again.
Sunday night was great too, even though I turned up a bit late. I downed 4 drinks quicker than I thought, and chatted with everyone, listened to a boring-ass speech full of fluffy lies, and saw the last of some people I hardly worked with anyway. It was about then that I realised that I hadn't eaten anything all day other than some rice with sprinkled veggie seasoning. Delicious of course, but not entirely the most nourishing meal that can be had. It didn't hit me until the next part of my night- random running out to nichoume in shinjuku.
Everything was closed, literally, except for Arty Farty. That was poorly populated with maybe about 4 people, but at least we could actually hear ourselves talk and joke about the shittier, shallow side of gay life. To finish the night off we ran over to a karaoke bar and sang some trashy, trashy songs. I really actually enjoyed it, and I am so glad I was a bit tired at work all day... at least I had a great night out.
All in all, it was a delicious weekend. I can't wait until the next one.
We even organised to meet up the next day for shopping for clothes. As if I wanted to do that- I just wanted to see him again. We milled around clothing shops, my mind was milling over how I was going to have sex with him this time. Needless to say, thinking of him in clothes also assisted in me thinking of him without clothes. What can I say? There's no point in justifying my brain- you all know me by now. Anyway, somehow we did get back to his place, and we chatted, amongst other things. Hoorah. I'm sure we'll hang out again.
Sunday night was great too, even though I turned up a bit late. I downed 4 drinks quicker than I thought, and chatted with everyone, listened to a boring-ass speech full of fluffy lies, and saw the last of some people I hardly worked with anyway. It was about then that I realised that I hadn't eaten anything all day other than some rice with sprinkled veggie seasoning. Delicious of course, but not entirely the most nourishing meal that can be had. It didn't hit me until the next part of my night- random running out to nichoume in shinjuku.
Everything was closed, literally, except for Arty Farty. That was poorly populated with maybe about 4 people, but at least we could actually hear ourselves talk and joke about the shittier, shallow side of gay life. To finish the night off we ran over to a karaoke bar and sang some trashy, trashy songs. I really actually enjoyed it, and I am so glad I was a bit tired at work all day... at least I had a great night out.
All in all, it was a delicious weekend. I can't wait until the next one.